SOS

I am bored. The kind of bored that makes you want to scream. The kind where if my child tells me one more story about the pretend horse she has and I have to feign interest, I might seriously consider running off. The kind where all I want is to leave the house (and the occupants of said house) for, hell, even five minutes. I want to talk to someone other than the only three people I see all week long, every week. It isn't their fault. They have done nothing wrong, but every once in awhile I get to a point where I need a break. Today is that day. It is all I can do to keep from screaming at them. To tell them to shut the hell up. I don't want them to help me figure out "fun" things to do. It is not that I need something to do. It is that I need to get away. Not for long. Just for a little while. An hour tops. I love my family. But they are driving me crazy today.

And? My ankle hurts badly. This is my own fault. Because when my leg was hurting so badly, I refused to slow down. I am paying for it now. And it makes it hard to run away when I can barely hobble.

And another thing. FIX THE DAMN SPELLCHECK ALREADY.